Authority Figure wrote:Dude. I work hard. I have a job. I'm smart, and successful at what I do.

But that doesn't stop me from coming home at the end of the day and thinking, 'Hmm,

1. Everyone is not equal. 2. Some people get ahead because they're born into it. 3. Everyone having the same odds as 'getting lucky' requires you to first define luck, which is problematic and probably not worth pursuing in any meaningful fashion.

Then I sometimes go on to think things like 'Hmm, the system we live in seems to be run by some of the most satanic people on the planet, and with a few adjustments to the world banking oligarch hell-bent on making our lives serve like 2000 actual people, we could live in a relative utopia where basically the lives of everyone are more or less equal. At the least, way more than now.

Sounds like socialism to me. You realize the things you're saying are like the things a socialist would say??

You see...a pimp's love is very different from that of a square.Dating a stripper is like eating a noisy bag of chips in church. Everyone looks at you in disgust, but deep down they want some too.

Authority Figure wrote:Then sometimes I'm met with Americans who throw at me literally some of the strangest arguments known to man.

This is the life I lead.

I read all these books by this american guy once, and he talked all about this crazy logic stuff, and I came to the conclusion, that logic is just a lens, or a grid which we might lay over things in order to sort them out, but that there is literally nothing outside of it, but that there are still some things in everything that it can't quite get at, and therefore you can make any statement, about anything, backed by any opinion into a logical argument. I believe the term, "illogical" is a misnomer. So naturally, some of my arguments might be a little bit twisty and turny, but I'm not bullshitting at all.

You see...a pimp's love is very different from that of a square.Dating a stripper is like eating a noisy bag of chips in church. Everyone looks at you in disgust, but deep down they want some too.

Authority Figure wrote:Then sometimes I'm met with Americans who throw at me literally some of the strangest arguments known to man.

This is the life I lead.

I read all these books by this american guy once, and he talked all about this crazy logic stuff, and I came to the conclusion, that logic is just a lens, or a grid which we might lay over things in order to sort them out, but that there is literally nothing outside of it, but that there are still some things in everything that it can't quite get at, and therefore you can make any statement, about anything, backed by any opinion into a logical argument. I believe the term, "illogical" is a misnomer. So naturally, some of my arguments might be a little bit twisty and turny, but I'm not bullshitting at all.

Authority Figure wrote:Then sometimes I'm met with Americans who throw at me literally some of the strangest arguments known to man.

This is the life I lead.

I read all these books by this american guy once, and he talked all about this crazy logic stuff, and I came to the conclusion, that logic is just a lens, or a grid which we might lay over things in order to sort them out, but that there is literally nothing outside of it, but that there are still some things in everything that it can't quite get at, and therefore you can make any statement, about anything, backed by any opinion into a logical argument. I believe the term, "illogical" is a misnomer. So naturally, some of my arguments might be a little bit twisty and turny, but I'm not bullshitting at all.

Yeah. From there you read Wittgenstein. Then you have a nervous breakdown. Then you learn that philosophy is stupid and you get into the occult.

It's not that the arguments are twisty turny. The arguments are just bad. What the constitution says has nothing to do with anything here.

We're talking about whether one should gloat about shaking hands with putrid specimens of existence.

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Authority Figure wrote:Then sometimes I'm met with Americans who throw at me literally some of the strangest arguments known to man.

This is the life I lead.

I read all these books by this american guy once, and he talked all about this crazy logic stuff, and I came to the conclusion, that logic is just a lens, or a grid which we might lay over things in order to sort them out, but that there is literally nothing outside of it, but that there are still some things in everything that it can't quite get at, and therefore you can make any statement, about anything, backed by any opinion into a logical argument. I believe the term, "illogical" is a misnomer. So naturally, some of my arguments might be a little bit twisty and turny, but I'm not bullshitting at all.

Every single living person is equal to every other living person?

In the ways I'm talking about, barring retards and cripples.

You see...a pimp's love is very different from that of a square.Dating a stripper is like eating a noisy bag of chips in church. Everyone looks at you in disgust, but deep down they want some too.

Authority Figure wrote:Then sometimes I'm met with Americans who throw at me literally some of the strangest arguments known to man.

This is the life I lead.

I read all these books by this american guy once, and he talked all about this crazy logic stuff, and I came to the conclusion, that logic is just a lens, or a grid which we might lay over things in order to sort them out, but that there is literally nothing outside of it, but that there are still some things in everything that it can't quite get at, and therefore you can make any statement, about anything, backed by any opinion into a logical argument. I believe the term, "illogical" is a misnomer. So naturally, some of my arguments might be a little bit twisty and turny, but I'm not bullshitting at all.

Yeah. From there you read Wittgenstein. Then you have a nervous breakdown. Then you learn that philosophy is stupid and you get into the occult.

It's not that the arguments are twisty turny. The arguments are just bad. What the constitution says has nothing to do with anything here.

We're talking about whether one should gloat about shaking hands with putrid specimens of existence.

Nah I heard that dude was eventually proven wrong, so I just skipped him. I did read some shit from a dude named Saussere or something. Pretty good but not as compelling as I want my books to be.

Because I smoke so much weed, maybe, I literally never, ever ever have a dream, (at least one that I remember the next day), but I did once have a dream that I met Bill Clinton at a McDonald's in DC and got to chill and eat a McMuffin w/ him. It was the coolest dream I've ever had, and I shit you not I'm not making this up.

Would you consider Clinton to be amongst those types?

You see...a pimp's love is very different from that of a square.Dating a stripper is like eating a noisy bag of chips in church. Everyone looks at you in disgust, but deep down they want some too.

Authority Figure wrote:Clinton is a brainwashed person controlled by Hilary.

Dude, try to dream. I smoke more than you (probably) and I make it a point.

Otherwise existence is just consciousness separated by periods of unpenetrable coma blackness.

I do plenty of daydreaming. And I smoke a shit ton my friend. It's obscene. I haven't been to work in 4 or 5 days and I've just been running batches of BHO and hitting it off the oil rig. I pretty much just use weed as a place to put hash. I've had probably 4lbs of the shit go through my hands in the last 30 days. It's hilarious. I've got a batch of brownies on my counter right now, and in a minute, I'm going to heat up a glass nail till it's red hot w/ my little blowtorch and take a hit of oil that's going to make me have spots in front of my eyes for the next hour and I'll probably catch a case of the wah-wahs. I also have my own little hydro setup that I've chopped like 2 or 3 lbs out of in the last year, which I use strictly for vacation money.

Speaking of that, do you know any good places to surf in the carribean? I'm taking this girl island hopping in a few months and I'm looking for a site that'll show me all the best surf spots because she likes to surf. I've already booked a submarine trip in aruba too man it's gonna be fucking awesome.

You see...a pimp's love is very different from that of a square.Dating a stripper is like eating a noisy bag of chips in church. Everyone looks at you in disgust, but deep down they want some too.

To be completely honest, when I was a little kid I had the same dream over and over all the time, and I felt like I was in it, and able to control myself and all that, then I would wake up terrified and go and wake up my parents. I can't really remember when it stopped, because I was really little like between 4 and maybe 7 years old roughly, and I'm almost 33 now, but I'm pretty much cool with not dreaming. If I take opiates I dream, but they're crazy dreams. Once I dreamed I was in my house and heard a sound, then woke up and got into a fight in the dark, then stabbed someone, turned on the light, and it was this dude I'd seen before at my workplace, (with like 200 employees), but I'd never talked to him or formed an opinion of him consciously. That's some pretty crazy dreaming there. It'll fuck up the whole next day.

You see...a pimp's love is very different from that of a square.Dating a stripper is like eating a noisy bag of chips in church. Everyone looks at you in disgust, but deep down they want some too.

My dreams are always in the same dreamscape. Same general collection of stuff from my life combined in this world. Pretty much a city with 2 bridges (like halifax and vancouver) all these buildings with secret passages, and a gun I can summon by aiming my fingers into a gun.

I'm told if you dream in the same defined area every time it's a good thing in the sense that your brain has mapped out that state.

One time I tried to lucid dream while pretty baked. I got past being conscious, but not fully in dreaming, and kind of 'woke up' without waking up and got this insane pain in my brain---but was I dreaming it, or was it physical? I just kind of rolled over in a semi-sleep paralysis and went to actual sleep. It was weird.

When I actually lucid dream I tell people in my dreams that I'm conscious, and they are just part of that. Sometimes i make fireballs or spontaneously cause them to have extended orgasms.

Have you ever had that weird sleep where you take lsd the day before, then stay up all night, then you finally go to sleep at like 7 in the morning, kind of, then you are sort of half asleep/half awake until your body just aches from laying down too long and you have to get up?

An hour before you finally have to get up, strange things happen in your brain.

You see...a pimp's love is very different from that of a square.Dating a stripper is like eating a noisy bag of chips in church. Everyone looks at you in disgust, but deep down they want some too.

Yes, I saw these 'pillars' of... ok I can't even explain it. But I saw these pillars. Sort of like mirrors that project reality.

Anyways, i had been up for a day because I was doing E, and then I was just kind of sitting there and I noticed this certain layer of visual data that, to this day, I can focus on.

What is really strange is what when I had been up for this long, it was much clearer, and when I focused really had I saw that the 'static' was actually the vertices of '4d' (or whatever) shapes that were spinning around in accordance with the pillars. Basically the link, or the code in which visual data is displayed in this, what looked to be a computer system. Anyways, it was all about merkabas.

Everything I saw was either that, or a triangle.

Also, about 3 times on shrooms I've fallen into a half-asleep state where I've distinctly realized the 'meaning of life' and, somehow, it was different each time. I just don't know how.

When I was a kid I'd go to the dentist and they'd put me on that nitrous. I figured out that every couple of minutes, a nurse would pop in and ask how you were doing. So long as you responded, they let you have more gas. I literally trained myself w/ all my focus to just keep responding and I would get insane visuals man. The dentist even came in once and noted that 30% nitrous for so many minutes normally knocked people out, but that mine was on 50% for way longer.

It's always been hard for me to sleep. I was prescribed phenobarbitol when I was in high school, triazadone, ambien whatever. Sleeping pills don't make me sleep, they just put me into a trance where I have insane focus. I can take ambien and read a book through the night and retain the information.

I only sleep when my body physically passes out. No more than 6 hours consecutively, at the most in as long as I can remember.

About the mushrooms, I grow those too. I just got a whole new set of substrate jars and am trying to pick the next strain. I'll let you know how they come out.

You see...a pimp's love is very different from that of a square.Dating a stripper is like eating a noisy bag of chips in church. Everyone looks at you in disgust, but deep down they want some too.

Will do man. You know I have this friend who I went to high school with. She got a scholarship and went to college immediately, got out and took a corporate job, and has been there for 12 years or something. She's been investing in real estate and now owns about 20 rental properties, and literally works her ass off all the time and has to put up with constant bullshit.

I went to college too, but instead of studying business or whatever, I studied philosophy and history. I took 4 years before I went to college and just travelled all over the place doing drugs and acting a fool.

I never really went and got an amazing job. I just always sold a little weed when I was a kid, and I never really stopped. Now I'm almost 33, and I've got people sending me packages of dope from 3 different places in the country on a weekly basis, and I grow my own which last year was worth about 15 grand or so.

So my job is that I work with my friend who owns a whole bunch of restaurants, basically putting out fires, cleaning up messes, (not ones on the floor but the metaphorical ones you run into w/ running restaurants), and he pays me pretty well. I could live like I do now, completely on my own without a relative in sight just off my regular job. But I do the other thing too. After all these years the networking has payed off.

She was explaining to me how she was jealous of my life because I've been all over Europe and I've seen the greatest artwork in history, and I've had the luxury of studying philosophy instead of business, and I don't have to work on a particular schedule or even really show up for alot of the things I do. And in the end, we sat and did the math, and I actually have more disposable income than she does. It literally makes her sick.

But it goes right back to what I said earlier. If you're enterprising, you wont let the system enslave you. I have a friend who makes probably 200k a year growing weed in a far away land. All he does with his life is go mountain climbing, camping, skateboarding and he travels to crazy places he wants to see.

It's a crazy world man. But I firmly believe that if you want something, in the US at least, you can get it. I've just seen it done too many time to believe otherwise.

Business is about doing whatever you have to do to get what you want. This girl was tricked into working her ass off so she'd have money to travel the world, and they gave her the money but not the time. She followed the rules thinking she would be better off, and she's facing the fact that all she got out of it was the "prestige" of a high paying job.

I hope this gives you some insight into how I can be so egotistical and harsh in my posts. I've literally not had to answer to anyone in like 15 years and I've just been able to act like a kid and do what I want. It's stupid man sometimes but I just don't know.

You see...a pimp's love is very different from that of a square.Dating a stripper is like eating a noisy bag of chips in church. Everyone looks at you in disgust, but deep down they want some too.

One time, in the late 90s, I literally split a vial of lsd w/ a dude. We took something like 30+ drops each. Although this was like my 100th time probably taking acid, I was absolutely fried for like 3 or 4 days. I went to a 3 day festival concert, all three days, in the same clothes, on the same drugs. It was one of the top 2 times I've been the most fucked up.

The other was mixing lsd and ketamine. My friend was driving the car and I was tripping on a handful of gelcaps, and I just decided fuck it, I'd do a couple rails of K just to see what would happen. If acid makes it impossible for you to sleep or feel sedated, and ketamine puts you in a k-hole, what might happen?

It was fucking bizarre man. My bodt felt in a way that I will never forget. The visuals were unmatched by any amount of other drugs or sleep deprivation I'd ever expereinced. I couldn't talk or move but I was literally tripping my balls off.

I think doing shit like that is like the equivallent of living a whole year of just a normal life. It's like a crash course in who the fuck you are and what the hell's going on around you and in your mind. Intense man.

You see...a pimp's love is very different from that of a square.Dating a stripper is like eating a noisy bag of chips in church. Everyone looks at you in disgust, but deep down they want some too.

Smears wrote:This girl was tricked into working her ass off so she'd have money to travel the world, and they gave her the money but not the time. She followed the rules thinking she would be better off, and she's facing the fact that all she got out of it was the "prestige" of a high paying job.

I also love seeing dishonest assholes get exactly what they deserve. It's one of the highlights of my existence.

"A truth is not necessary, because we negatively are not able to conceive the actual existence of the opposite thereof;but a truth is necessary when we positively are able to apprehend that the negation thereof includes an inevitable contradiction. It is not that that we can see how the opposite comes to be true, but it is that the opposite can not possibly be true." -R.L. Dabney

"Those then who know not wisdom and virtue, and are always busy with gluttony and sensuality, go down and up again as far as the mean; and in this region they move at random throughout life, but they never pass into the true upper world; thither they neither look, nor do they ever find their way, neither are they truly filled with true being, nor do they ever taste of pure and abiding pleasure." -Socrates